I cannot help but find myself thinking about the three witches prophesies. Part of me thinks it is complete nonsense that I will become king of Scotland. The other part of me thinks it could be so. To accomplish the position of king I would need to commit murder. My dearest Lady Macbeth urges me to control my own future and murder Duncan to obtain the position. But to imagine myself, dagger in hand, scares me. Our plan seems foolproof but, if we should fail, I will surely be executed. Lady Macbeth will get Duncan’s guards drunk so that they will pass out. Then I will creep into the king’s room and kill him. Is it worth it to try? I am very worried that I will regret this decision, even if I do become king. I will have deceived an innocent man but Lady Macbeth is convinced that I deserve the throne. How can I even be considering these poor, evil thoughts? I have not decided yet what surely will happen but soon I will.
Duncan is now dead and I am now king. Even though I am the new ruler, my heart will not rest. I am the one who has committed this horrible deed. I snuck into his chamber in the dark hours of the night and stabbed a dagger through his chest. I will never forget the look on his face. Murderer, I am a cold blooded murderer and I am debating if this decision was worth it. The amount of guilt I feel is overwhelming. The only one who can reassure me that this was not a poor decision is my dearest Lady Macbeth. She knows that I deserve that throne so I am also trying to focus on that. I cannot help but wonder if anyone suspects me to be the one who commit the crime! Banquo is my friend but what if he figures out our plan? He was with me when the witches told me I shall be king. I must depart to my bed and try to rest now so I do not over think my current situation.